[Descole lifts her head a little, opening her eye again to stare at her double's scars. She doesn't even know how to respond to that. So she just wraps her arms around him tighter and presses her face to his shoulder.]

Now I definitely wish you luck in killing the man who did this to you.

[Falling silent, she shuts her eye and sighs quietly.]

Things like that... your scars, and my scars... things like that are why I hate people, double. Because I feel like anyone could do that to me now. I mean... it was Layton who did it to me. And I feel like... if Layton could do that, then... He was always so calm. No matter what I did. Hell, he was calm even as he carved me up.

But... I'd always trusted him, before. If I had nothing else constant in my life, even when I couldn't remember anything else, Layton would be there. And no matter what I did, he'd be calm. He'd be constant. So for him to do that to me... I thought that if he could do that, then I must be so hateful. That if he'd been pushed into losing that calm long enough to decide to do what he did... then I must be so hateful as a person that there was nothing to stop anyone else from hurting me like that.